Push us to the edge

Quietly impaired
not telling a soul
walking by myself
never letting go
wanting more then what i have
deep cuts within my wrist
my heart broken in many places
why should i exist?
shadows follow
haunting my past
wanting to be free
to be free at last
why do we
endure so much pain?
its because all you fu(kers
making us go insane
leave us be
or we will die
you are like a virus
deep inside
you put us to the edge
where we cant take it no more
we ruin our lives
we shut our doors
you guys think its a game
maybe for you
but when we end up dead
then what will you do?
you will move on
to other sensitive souls
pull every thread of what we have
just to see us fall
i have been pushed
to the edge before
i came back quickly
i reopened my door
people mess with the hurt
like a sick little game
but when it happens to you
who will be to blame?

**this poem is for all those mean cruel kids that push all these people to suicide thoughts or suicide...to where they ruin our lives**

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